Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 92

Sunny's mind was slipping, her thoughts growing hazy as a feverish heat crawled over her skin. She felt restless, fidgety, wanting nothing more than to throw off whatever was aggravating her.

A warm, steady hand wrapped around hers, completely enveloping her delicate fingers. The man's palm pressed gently against hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Sunny."

She frowned, her voice edged with irritation. "Let go... You're making it worse. It's too hot!"

His voice was low and husky, words brushing her ear with a gentle warmth. "Just hold on a little longer. We'll get you to the hospital soon, and then you'll feel better. I promise."

She tried to pull away, her pale face now just inches from his, close enough to fit a sheet of paper between them.

"Uncle Stellan?" she mumbled, blinking up at him.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he said softly, "Call me Stellan, not Uncle."

"Don't want to," she grumbled, shaking her head.

He steadied her shoulders, stopping her from toppling over. "Why not, Sunny? Why don't you want to call me by my name?"

Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, yet somehow her finger found his nose, prodding it accusingly. "Because you're taking advantage of me!"

"I hate all that ‘big brother–little sister' nonsense. I can't stand when people use it as an excuse to flirt!"

Stellan was momentarily speechless.

He cleared his throat, not bothering to argue. "Alright, alright. No need to call me anything."

Sunny squirmed in his arms, but his hold on her remained steady, unyielding.

Suddenly, her bottom lip trembled and the tears she'd been holding back tumbled free.

"I'm sorry, Grandma," she choked out, her voice thick and barely coherent. "I didn't get the bracelet for you."

She sniffled, trying hard not to cry, her words muffled. "You're not mad at me, right, Grandma?"

Stellan gently wiped away her tears, his thumb tracing over her smooth cheek. At some point, he pulled a delicate crystal bracelet from his pocket and slid it onto her wrist.

"Don't cry, bunny. I got this for you. Take a look—it's yours."

He looked up, thoroughly annoyed. "Oh, it's you, Stellan. Again?"

And this time, Stellan was carrying someone in his arms.

Caleb glanced down and recognized her instantly. The Carrington family's youngest.

"Cut the chatter. She's been drugged. Get a female doctor, now," Stellan ordered.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you're the antidote she needs. Why bring her to a hospital?"

A warning flashed in Stellan's eyes, cold and sharp. "Do I look like a creep to you, Caleb?"

They all joked around with Stellan sometimes, but everyone knew that pushing him too far was a bad idea.

Caleb rubbed his nose. "Alright, alright. Just kidding."

"A joke's only funny if I'm laughing," Stellan shot back.